i don’t know what to dream about now. i don’t know if i want to dream anymore. maybe i just want, for the first time, to be absolutely still. say nothing. let time pass.
my dreams used to be filled with grandeur. exotic destinations, incredible opportunities, something I created mine, and mine alone. and now, all I want is to go home to a warm house. to laugh with the people i love. to keep the peace I have.
it’s been a while since the words found me, in fact, maybe they’ve left a long time ago. but i’m still here, and still waiting for them to come back to me. i’m waiting for everything to come back to me